This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
That’s why I had to get rid of him. The abandon trailer was soiled and reeked of mold and rotting food. He showed up smelling of booze and cigarettes. I shared what little I had with him. I discovered he had no money. The question than came as to how to get rid of him. The butcher knife needed cleaning anyway. Every day after that I had to step over him to get to my truck. His body fit perfectly in my large tool box on the truck. The desert never gives up its dead. They just rot away.
Oh Danny Boy! 
gruesome, no?
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A cold and unfeeling narrator well-portrayed.
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Sounds like survival of the fittest. I wonder what rots a body quicker, a swamp or a desert?
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Gruesome from start to finish. Got my skin crawling. What a monster.
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Thanks Margaret.
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Made my nose crinkle up just with the thought of the stench. Well written
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Thanks!
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That is a stench most powerful…
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Hold your nose!
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Eeewwww!
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There’s much to be said for staying home in covid lockdown and away from these types.
Great story.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Such an uplifting story. 🙂 Well done, Danny.
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Thanks Bill!
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Sinister. Great writing.
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I could almost smell it from here! Nice one Danny.
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And not a good aroma either!
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Brutal, but then I guess he has to be in that line of work! Nicely written.
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Thanks Iain.
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If only he’d had some money. It was his own fault really
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